No mortal should ever be this bored… This is a product of that unholy place…
One of my little, dirty, filthy, vile, disgusting pervs out there tonight is going to accidentally climax to this story, and it’ll haunt you forever. As it should. Shame, shame.
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My name is Eileen and I’m a casual vegan. I’ve chosen this because I’m like, not at all okay with the way animals are treated. I used to just be a vegetarian until I met Dillon. I met the hunk volunteering at a pet rescue center, walking around with a corgi in each arm. At some point in that first week, my ankles were up by my ears, and I was being nailed, while on my back on top of a doggy bed. I thought it would be tawdry to get fucked doggystyle, on a doggy bed, but alas, I had completely forgotten about that by the second time we banged.
He just seemed so perfect, you know? Everything about the situation was just too perfect for real life, and for about half a month, I was in heaven. See, I don’t really get laid a lot. Dillon was my first, actually. I’ve just never really found any men in my life attractive. I tried to think about them romantically, but I literally felt myself dry up, any time I did.
Dillon was different; there was a way that he actively made me feel, instead of me feeling a certain way around him. If that makes any sense at all. Glances that he would give me, like he was fitting me for a dress in his mind. The close way he would hover right behind me, and corner me when I went to the broom closet— okay, my friends say that the last one should have been a red flag, but I was young and horny.
He made me suck his cock in a Trader Joe’s once. That was nice, I guess. I didn’t get anything back but some judgemental stares before I realized that I hadn’t quite cleaned up all of the cum, from my chest. It’s whatever; that pales in comparison to what happened to me, later own, down the road.
I asked Dillon about being a vegan, once. He said that it was a big commitment, and it wasn’t for everyone. I, wanting to impress him, said that I could handle it. That I would do absolutely anything to help animals in need. He explained further. “I don’t think you understand,” he said. “See there’s your casual vegan, and then there’s full vegan. I don’t think you can handle going full vegan.” I didn’t like his smug little face, as he said that.
“Of course I can. Don’t be a dick,” I said to him. He pretended to think for a moment.
“If you really think you can handle it, meet me here after closing time,” he said. I felt him sizing me up, and I knew immediately that this was quickly leading to something sexual, to which I was completely down for.
Now, look. Listen: what happens next gets a bit rough, and I don’t want to be responsible if some kid gets a hold of this text and goes out and does something heinous and indecent. What happens next is a crime in (hopefully) every state in the country, and I assure you that I was the only victim here.
There was a trail of rose petals leading from the foyer to the kennels, illuminated by candles and George Michael, rest his soul. The path guided me to the main playroom, where there was a short table, and a shot glass with a post-it note that read “Drink Me.” I called out to the room. “Aha! It’s a test! This is probably bacon grease, or something from an animal, isn’t it?” No one responded. “Welp. I’m just gonna drink this, then. It’s not my fault if I fail the test. Just following directions.” The shot was actually just water. Well, that’s what it tasted like. Almost immediately, my lips, mouth, and throat went completely numb in that order. In half a minute, the rest of my body forcefully relaxed, causing me to collapse onto the floor.
So, that’s when the dogs showed up. Three of them, two pits and a boxer. The alpha among them, a stocky, splotchy pit nudged me onto my belly, while his friends circled around me. Was I afraid yet? Not really. I knew these dogs well, and they loved me. Problem with that was, all of their red, slimy, canine dicks were exposed, throbbing with their need. The alpha closed his jaws around the seat of my jeans, and the thong that I had gone home to change into, and with one solid yank, he turned my jeans into glorified chaps, exposing my bare ass to the room. I couldn’t form words, or make gestures; all I could do was make this strange, half-groan that I wasn’t sure they could understand.
Alpha pit positioned himself over the small of my back, slipping his powerful legs beneath me, to pull me into him. I could only faintly feel it when his prick penetrated my asshole, but just knowing that he was in caused its own kind of pain in my mind. The boxer plodded around to my face; he was a new rescue, and he hadn’t been fixed. With a disturbing show of intelligence, he rolled onto his back, and pushed his hindquarters towards my face, settling his huge, dangling, musky sack right on my lips.
With no way to close my mouth, the pit forced me to smear my drooling lips all over his balls, and his shaft. I felt my tongue flick over his knot once, and adrenaline tried to spark my body back to life. The alpha finally impaled my ass fully, as his member expanded, knotting himself in my ass. I passively added my own tears to the mixture coating the boxer’s cock, but thankfully, the pit wasn’t thrusting very hard anymore.
The second pit whimpered, unable to find a way to pleasure himself in this situation. That’s when Dillon finally showed his face. He rolled me over onto my back; this time I felt the dog’s cock very clearly, as his knot reamed and abused my anus. The pit faced away from me, looking straight ahead, while my mind registered his thin fluid flooding into my well sealed ass. The second pit mounted my torso, and plunged his cock into my vagina. The boxer moved around, spearing my numbed mouth repeatedly, in an effort to get himself off. Dogs aren’t exactly renowned for their stamina; it was over relatively quickly. While they violated me with their cum, the only knot that actually locked in was the one in my ass. Dillon pulled up a chair to sit and wait, while the knot deflated. Once their alpha was freed, the dogs scampered back to wherever they came from.
“Welp. That was just the first trial,” he said, crossing his legs. “I’ll give you a minute to catch your breath, before we continue.”
“Whaaa…?”
“Ooh, that’s tough… The numbing is starting to wear off. Worst timing. Well, in that case, we should probably get this over with, sooner, rather than later, yeah? Yeah. Let’s do that.” He clapped his hands a few times, while I tried to will my hands to move, as hard as I could. I only managed to wiggle a pinky. “I’m doing this because humanity has failed the earth. Vegans understand that humans are evil, and we need to be punished, before karma decides to punish us.”
A gang of about twelve cats entered the room, taking their sweet time, as only cats know how. Dillon moved to strip me from my clothes; of course I could offer up no resistance. He laid me back down on the ground, and for a moment, I assumed that the worst was over. These were cats, after all. Much smaller than pits and boxers. That’s when they started to lick my bare flesh. Dillon sprinkled an entire sandwich bag’s worth of catnip over my chest, to goad them on. This sent their sandpaper tongues, into a frenzy. I moaned in pain, as they lit my re-awakening nerve endings on fire. Two of them attacked one of my nipples, in tandem, taking turns grinding down the hardened, sensitive bud.
Some of the cats decided that it would be a fantastic time to sharpen their nails with my flesh. I felt myself being torn open in a million and one different, smaller cuts; none drew blood, but damn they didn’t feel great at all. Most of them would simply make their short, swift slashes, but a few would hook their claws in deep, stretch out their entire body, and yank them back. My skin was aflame, my nerves screaming, until he finally called them off.
“Sssstop,” I managed to speak, finally.
“It’s too late to stop now,” he said. “We’re already two trials deep! Come on, there’s only one left!”
“Go… fuck yourself…”
“Ah, Eileen, you joker. Come on, let’s get you initiated.” He grabbed my ankle, dragging me past the rest of the kennels, out into the parking lot, where there was a trailer parked, hitched to a white pick-up truck. My nose caught the unmistakable, undeniable whiff of horse musk.
“No. No, no, no, no, no, no…” I repeated the word until I bit into the tip of my tongue on accident. Pain coursed through my neck and jaw, as my mouth came back online. Meanwhile, this big, black, muscular stallion trotted out of the trailer. Dillon slid a wooden block beneath my abdomen, with a padded semicircular region cut away for my belly to rest. The horse knew why he was here; he positioned himself over me, pressing his terrifying girth against my asshole. “Please. Please, stop. Why are you doing this?”
“This is what vegans do. We ruin everything,” he said.
“I don’t underst— AHHH FUCK!” I don’t have to tell you what that scream was for. You know. You’re picturing it now, too, aren’t you, you piece of shit? Anyway, that’s my story. That’s why I’m a registered sex offender. And that’s why vegans are awful people.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5xfnyd/eileen_goes_full_vegan
Please seek therapy.
This is beautiful ? I know too many vegans lol